Moments of
When the stars blink on in the afterglow
of peachy dusk
behold:
in this very instant, across the globe
there are those in the pits of despair
of loss of love, hope, purpose, faith,
in darkest tunnels of fear or grief;
we invoke the kiss of life and light
for serendipity and grace:
someone to walk through the door,
surprising;
a hand or word of comfort, help.
When the cock crows and the wolf howls
in the small hours
see!
world-wide, this very Now
those on their final gasp of life, exhale
transitioning out of one place or state
bursting through skins and bubbles
to mystery otherwheres;
shorn of props, conditions, retractions,
each one, naked, aghast and alight.
May the re-creative winds of Eternity
carry them onwards, freely-flying!
When the thin moon wafts up the ecliptic
and the midnight owl screeches
we espy all those, anywhere,
letting-go, this same moment;
trapped in the jaws of total surrender
conscious realisation or release:
in the final throes of endings -
stuck, stymied, jinxed, jailed, jilted
at the bottom of the bucket;
we pray
that something shifts.
In the sleepless hermit hours
when the clocks chime smally
ticking the long minutes away
like stretchy spider-threads,
while thoughts tumble and roil
with fuzzy dreamscapes
in palace, Parliament or hut,
there, heads and hearts burdened
with the weights of upcoming decisions, responsibilities to be shouldered,
consequences born,
choices or options to be selected
warrants to be signed, treaties finalized
life-supports turned off, duties honoured
wars declared, peace made
contracts sealed, agreements enacted.
So, we pray!
May the collective consensus of wisdom
spread its angel’s gossamer wings
around each aching mind
to guard and guide, serenely soothed,
suffusing with peace and presence.
Sobeit.
When falling stars arc across the velvety night
all around the planet, here and there
in the stillness, silence, dark:
everyday senses in abeyance
- muffled, annulled -
some souls far-see
through dimensional edges and angles
the veil of worlds, horizon’s nemesis,
past vanishing points, long shadows
over the earths wide curves
they see towering devas stride,
geometries dancing behind the air,
the way words spin elysian webs
so distance and duality evaporates
leaving sublime clarities, knowings
beatitudes.
For these beloveds,
let there be radiance and heartsease.